Chapter

  1        I|           a post-chaise, with his son, Monsieur Martial, and two
  2        I|           were in other days. His son is pursuing his studies
  3       II|        him two lovely children, a son and a daughter.~ ~His property,
  4       II|           not count the cost. His son, Jean, had been educated
  5       II|        climax, the conduct of his son, who was still in Paris,
  6       II|          Duc de Sairmeuse and his son have just arrived. They
  7      III|        permitted, he confided his son to the care of a relative
  8      III|       business connected with his son’s immense inheritance.~ ~
  9      III|   theories for the benefit of his son.~ ~“The King has been poorly
 10      III|         in,” the duke said to his son. And guided by the housekeeper,
 11      III|      Monsieur le Cure now!”~ ~The son of a poor farmer in the
 12      III|         Sairmeuse, and this is my son, the Marquis.”~ ~The priest
 13      III|           M. de Sairmeuse and his son exchanged a glance of consternation.~ ~
 14      III|           M. de Sairmeuse and his son.~ ~“One would have sworn
 15      III|         moment of excitement, the son was capable of doing in
 16        V|          drawing-room, with their son Maurice playing on the rug
 17        V|            the baron had sent his son to inform M. Lacheneur.~ ~
 18        V|        knew that the duke and his son were within.~ ~The time
 19        V|         you have children.”~ ~“My son is eighteen, Madame; he
 20       VI|         saw no objection to their son’s marriage with a young
 21       VI|           approve your course, my son,” said M. d’Escorval, deeply
 22       VI|          My dear friend, I, in my son’s behalf, ask the hand of
 23       VI|         moment.”~ ~Alarmed by her son’s evident agony, Mme. d’
 24       VI|         shall my daughter be your son’s wife!”~ ~“Ah! it will
 25       VI|     Escorval, who already saw her son exposed to the most frightful
 26       VI|         Courtornieu——”~ ~“And his son?” interrupted Maurice.~ ~“
 27      VII|         vivid impression upon his son.~ ~One of his former companions
 28      VII|        house!” he remarked to his son again and again.~ ~But Martial
 29     VIII|          Escorval, as soon as her son had left the room. And,
 30     VIII|           at the thought that her son might, perhaps, be contemplating
 31     VIII|         the stairs leading to her son’s room, softly opened the
 32     VIII|   illuminated.~ ~The duke and his son had repaired to the chateau
 33     VIII|       recognizing M. d’Escorval’s son, the peasants became extremely
 34        X|        but it all belonged to his son—to his only son.~ ~The duke
 35        X|   belonged to his son—to his only son.~ ~The duke possessed nothing—
 36        X|           watched and studied his son as a jealous woman studies
 37        X|          the hands of a child. My son owns me. If I displease
 38        X|           duke could not love his son.~ ~He hated him.~ ~He passionately
 39        X|           not those of father and son. One was in constant fear
 40        X|        the duke was free from his son’s tyranny; he had recovered
 41        X|       daylight.~ ~Followed by his son, he explored one after another
 42      XII|  searching for you everywhere, my son and I. It was Monsieur le
 43      XII|             It is true. My eldest son heard from Chanlouineau
 44      XII|      month.”~ ~And turning to his son:~ ~“Is it not true, boy?”~ ~“
 45     XIII|              Now,” said he to his son, “let us talk a little.
 46     XIII|             The duke regarded his son with a bantering air.~ ~“
 47     XIII|         this morning, through his son.”~ ~Mlle. Blanche started
 48      XIV|           later he reproached his son for his intervention.~ ~“
 49       XV|     weeping at the bedside of his son, who was, he believed, at
 50       XV|          cried:~ ~“Help! help! My son is dying!”~ ~With a bound
 51       XV|            d’Escorval reached his son’s chamber, looked at him
 52       XV|          word, she led him to her son’s chamber.~ ~The condition
 53       XV|           I asked in behalf of my son. Maurice was to have seen
 54       XV|         last. And so low that his son could not hear him, he added: “
 55      XVI|            Still, remembering his son, he was astonished to see
 56      XVI|        the life, the reason of my son——’”~ ~Tears glittered in
 57      XVI|          young man.~ ~“This is my son, Jean, Monsieur,” said Lacheneur. “
 58      XVI|        baron had seen Lacheneur’s son.~ ~How time flies! He had
 59      XVI|        cities is not good for the son of a peasant. Fools that
 60      XVI|          evidently sided with the son, since he made repeated
 61      XVI|      again: ‘I am pleased with my son. He has a commendable ambition;
 62      XVI|          Duc de Sairmeuse and his son.” These words from Lacheneur’
 63      XVI|           No; but I have seen his son. I have even been with him
 64      XVI|      shall confide one pack to my son, and another to Chanlouineau.”~ ~“
 65      XVI|         necessity, addressing his son and Chanlouineau, he said:~ ~“
 66      XVI|       despair which afflicts your son. There is not a path, nor
 67     XVII|          the Duc de Sairmeuse and son at his very door. When he
 68     XVII|         was short.~ ~“Martial, my son, possesses, in his own right,
 69     XVII|        your hand on behalf of his son; your consent is all that
 70     XVII|          sure that Lacheneur, his son, and Chanlouineau were absent,
 71    XVIII|         CHAPTER XVIII~ ~After his son’s confession, M. d’Escorval
 72    XVIII|         for you but to submit, my son. I shall not tell you that
 73    XVIII|          hope in the heart of his son.~ ~“It is evident that Monsieur
 74    XVIII|    Escorval, delighted to see her son’s wonderful improvement
 75    XVIII|        truth.~ ~He questioned his son, but skilfully as he did
 76    XVIII|         of advice. Do you know my son?”~ ~“Certainly; we were
 77    XVIII|           no confidence in my own son. He knows no more in regard
 78      XIX|           opportunity to gain his son’s consent to an alliance
 79      XIX|      delighted at his return; the son of the commander of the
 80      XIX|          frequent absences of his son. He watched him, and soon
 81       XX|          Emperor, or at least the son of the Emperor—miserable
 82       XX|         horse, and go and tell my son to come here without a moment’
 83       XX|            young d’Escorval, your son——”~ ~M. de Sairmeuse was
 84      XXI|           could not allow his own son, whom he saw in the ranks,
 85      XXI|          it was determined.~ ~“My son!” exclaimed M. d’Escorval; “
 86      XXI|          rather weep for her dead son than keep him near her dishonored,
 87      XXI|           and pressed his beloved son convulsively to his heart,
 88    XXIII|           his satisfaction.~ ~His son, the Marquis de Sairmeuse,
 89    XXIII|           life imperilled, and my son goes quietly to bed without
 90    XXIII|         safety!”~ ~He reached his son’s room, but found the door
 91    XXIII|          between the word of your son and the stories of such
 92    XXIII|       endeavoring to irritate his son.~ ~It was a fruitless effort.
 93     XXIV|        mystery that enveloped his son’s frequent absence, the
 94     XXIV|          dinner-hour, neither her son nor her husband appeared.~ ~
 95     XXIV|           positively, she saw her son and her husband, dead—or
 96     XXIV|         you despair, Madame? Your son, certainly, is with you
 97     XXIV|         menaced the baron and his son.~ ~How was this danger to
 98      XXV|        entreaties to those of her son to induce the unfortunate
 99      XXV|       husband’s life, and now her son must precipitate himself
100      XXV|          have neither husband nor son.~ ~And yet she did not say “
101      XXV|           Obey these counsels, my son,” said Mme. d’Escorval; “
102      XXV|        and convulsive embrace the son whom she feared she should
103      XXV| themselves by conversing with the son of so great a criminal.~ ~
104      XXV|           of Lacheneur, or of his son Jean; thus far they had
105      XXV|          the prime mover, and his son, had both eluded pursuit,
106      XXV|           that Marie-Anne was his son’s mistress, wished, at any
107     XXVI|         follow the priest and her son? But she could not; she
108    XXVII|       while the baron greeted his son with a simple bend of the
109    XXVII|           Monsieur Lacheneur, his son Jean, and the Marquis de
110    XXVII|     himself without betraying his son?~ ~Until now there had not
111    XXVII|         upon me, go at once to my son. You will say to him that
112     XXIX|          was in the room, but his son, Martial.~ ~Stretched upon
113     XXIX|       condemned to death, and the son of the all-powerful Duc
114     XXIX|        whispered, “then it is the son who is guilty.”~ ~She recoiled
115     XXIX|        Marquis de Sairmeuse, your son.”~ ~The duke sprang up,
116     XXIX|      voice of thunder, called his son.~ ~As soon as Martial entered
117     XXIX|        the duke—“repeat before my son what you have just said
118     XXIX|      lying, then,” he said to his son, in a choked, unnatural
119     XXIX|        more than all else was his son’s imperturbable tranquillity.~ ~“
120     XXIX|       were only the tools of your son?”~ ~“Ah, wretch! hussy!
121     XXIX|        had been raised against my son. Perhaps they will even
122     XXIX|              Now,” said he to his son, “will you be so kind as
123     XXIX|       some new objection when his son interrupted him.~ ~“Pray
124      XXX|        danger that threatened his son.~ ~His mistake before the
125      XXX|    officers, for he knew that his son would try to confess connection
126      XXX|        become of his wife and his son?~ ~His agony on thinking
127      XXX|         embrace, his wife and his son.~ ~Yet, how was it that
128      XXX|           why neither my wife nor son came to visit me,” he thought. “
129     XXXI|          where Marie-Anne and his son were negotiating for the
130    XXXII|          of Sairmeuse, and of the son of Baron d’Escorval.~ ~Among
131    XXXII|           misfortune.”~ ~When his son addressed him in his haughty
132    XXXII|         He was indignant, but his son’s was the stronger nature.~ ~“
133    XXXII|          whom are you looking, my son?”~ ~“For Baron d’Escorval.”~ ~“
134   XXXIII|         mind from thoughts of his son and of his daughter; but
135     XXXV|            is Jean Lacheneur, the son of my former employer.”
136   XXXVII|        his first word was for his son.~ ~“Maurice?” he asked.~ ~“
137  XXXVIII|        respectfully, “you are the son of the Duc de Sairmeuse.”~ ~“
138    XXXIX|          a marriage-feast for his son, he had bidden all the gentry
139    XXXIX|           Did he go away with the son of that rascal, Lacheneur?”~ ~“
140    XXXIX|       duke secretly confessed his son’s superiority and his genius
141       XL|          fruitless search for his son he returned to the chateau,
142       XL|           from weariness when his son’s letter was handed him.~ ~
143       XL|           especially Blanche, his son’s wife?~ ~He must, at least,
144      XLI|           to M. d’Escorval of his son’s return, and to conceal
145      XLI|    sitting there Poignot’s eldest son entered in a state of great
146      XLI|      cruel enemy has been his own son. We must wait until to-morrow
147     XLIV|          to see again this little son who was doubly dear to her
148     XLVI|         one suspects it. I have a son by Maurice. Alas! many months
149     XLVI|             His wife and youngest son were sleeping soundly. His
150     XLVI|      sleeping soundly. His eldest son, who had just returned home,
151    XLVII|        when night came, Poignot’s son began the moving.~ ~“Everything
152    XLVII|           at Sairmeuse, Grollet’s son entered. ‘Is this you, Jean?’
153    XLVII|          The old poacher’s eldest son opened the door, and Jean
154     XLIX|          his great anxiety on his son’s account.~ ~Poor Maurice!
155     XLIX|          was dead, and his eldest son—the one who knew Blanche
156     XLIX|          the widow and the second son remained in Sairmeuse.~ ~
157     XLIX|        until night the mother and son toiled on, until the earth
158      LII|            It was Chupin’s eldest son; the one to whom the dying
159     LIII|      small drinking saloon.~ ~Her son Polyte—ah! such a good son!
160     LIII|        son Polyte—ah! such a good son! just eighteen years old,
161     LIII|          Evidently the mother and son were ignorant of the facts.
162     LIII|  satisfactory answer.~ ~“Chupin’s son could tell me, perhaps,”
163     LIII|          the Widow Chupin and her son, Polyte.~ ~They were keeping
164     LIII|      questioned the widow and her son in vain; they could give
165     LIII|        that the old woman and her son started back in affright.~ ~
166     LIII|           delight from mother and son outweighed any protestations
167      LIV|          the part of Marie-Anne’s son.~ ~These three accomplices
168      LIV|          the Widow Chupin and her son, if they suspected some
169      LIV|          is the widow of Chupin’s son——”~ ~Martial’s face became
170       LV|       this letter is Marie-Anne’s son, Maurice—your son.~ ~I have
171       LV|    Marie-Anne’s son, Maurice—your son.~ ~I have given him all